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The bird
That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet complainings.

— William Somervile The Chace (1735)

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My hoarse-sounding horn
Invites thee to the chase, the sport of kings;
Image of war, without its guilt.

The Chace (1735)

Fortune is like a widow won,
And truckles to the bold alone.

For the next inn he spurs amain,
In haste alights, and skuds away,
But time and tide for no man stay.

He taught them how to live and how to die.

Whate'er of earth is form'd, to earth returns,
* * * * The soul
Of man alone, that particle divine,
Escapes the wreck of worlds, when all things fail.

The Chace (1735)

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